A LOVE-THOUGHT. LL down the linden-alley's morning shade. Thy form with childly raptures I pursue; No hazel-bowered brook can seek the glade With steps more joyous or with course more true. But when all haste and hope I reach my goal, I rise exalted on thy moving grace, RICHARD, LORD HOUGHTON. NOCTURNE. ITALY. P to her chamber window And up I lounge in the ilex shadows, The curtain's folds between. She smiles on her white-rose lover, And helps him at the window— To her scarlet lip she holds him, THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. HAME upon you, Robin, Shame upon you now! Kiss me would you? with my hands Daisies grow again, Kingcups blow again, And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow. Robin came behind me, Kissed me well, I vow ; Cuff him could I? with my hands Milking the cow? Swallows fly again, Cuckoos cry again, And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow. Come, Robin, Robin, Come and kiss me now; Help it can I? with my hands Milking the cow? Ringdoves coo again, All things woo again. Come behind and kiss me milking the cow. ALFRED TENNYSON. PANSIE. AME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet, The grass grew proud beneath her feet, She said, "We meet no angels now," What, meet no angels, Pansie? Oh sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes, Then what, said I? gallant replies THOMAS ASHE. B EVE Y UD and leaflet, opening slowly, Woo'd with tears by winds of Spring, Now, of June persuaded wholly, Perfumes, flow'rs, and shadows bring. Evey, in the linden-alley, All alone I met to-day, Tripping to the sunny valley Spread across with new-mown hay. Brown her soft curls, sunbeam-sainted, Eye and fringe with one soft brush. Through the leaves a careless comer, |